Grounding Down

From deep within a molten brain afire,
Bursts a long and strong-armed silver tree
Drawn from blue-white light and heat
Overreaching burnt and empty garden ground
Of secret stillborn seeds,
And still more silent dead ideals
Which wrap and twine like viscous broken veins
Ripped from false earth,
Left ripe and hallowed now-
Prepared sacred and shimmering
Brushed by Apollonian dawn
Dionysius washed in even-light
Binding us beyond politics,
Or reckless religious proof.
Cindering all contrived imagined dreams
Of all those heavy failed "ought to bes"
Saying yes to all the charms of now,
Not past lives' promised clues
Projecting through on naked snowy flesh
While worshipping Winter slides aside
The pyre of me and you.

cjk 07